It seems that now the only feeling left
In this society
is Self-Pity.
The slow-motion black and white
of Life
has crumbled to a point where
People
cannot find the strength to support themselves.
They have been beaten down to a point
where they no longer feel
capable
of succeeding.
There are those who cannot find the courage
to stand for their own cause,
and instead leach off of those stronger.
More will power to be drained.
They drag down these supporters to their level,
and **** them dry of any color.
Gray and dim,
colorless flames dance in this society.
So sick of watching,
not able to reach out and stop this process,
before it's too late.
Friends, family, coworkers
All.
No longer able to stand straight due to this
Parasitic way of life.
Users, abusers, tormentors
All.
Growing in strength and numbers,
Hate it.
Abhor it.
Cannot step out from these sidelines,
my hand is smacked away.
The cruel reality has been tossed,
and people wish to continue their dream,
their false notions of how this life is.
Please,
take my hand,
help me relight the flame.
I wish to see the colors once more.
Do not
Give up.

Where am I?
I don’t recognize this dark place,
Where cold arms have embraced me,
Clutching at my heart. My body’s inner-most core.
I have issues breathing,
This simple action I did without thought before has now become a painful challenge.
It feels as though I am drowning, being pulled deeper and deeper, where the water just gets progressively colder.
My chest is tight, my lungs are straining.
Once things were so simple.
Where have I been brought to?
I don’t remember heading for this place,
Nor even have the slightest memory of wanting to travel here.
No, not the smallest fleeting memory.
Tears are a constant threat now.
Always there, ready to burst free from their bleary prison.
My throat, being squeezed from some unknown source,
Gives me hardship when I attempt to speak.
To say out loud what it is that ails me.
Instead, I am unable to,
I refuse,
To allow someone in.
The fear of being ridiculed at the tip of my mind,
While forbidden thoughts and longings are stored in the back.
There are no words, can be no words,
To express this immense confusion.
This lack of direction…
Where…am I?